Classic Poem

One kiss for thy brow, love —
One sigh to the past —
One heart-echoed vow, love —
The fondest and last! —
For the true and warm-hearted
In anguish must sever;
It is o'er — we are parted,
Henceforth and for ever!

Yet as Night's scented flower,
Shunning Sunlight's caresses,
Gives the hallowed star-hour
All the wealth it possesses,
So to thee, in thy sadness,
Through darkness and doubt,
My soul all its madness
Of love shall breathe out.

And thou — wilt thou cherish
My memory yet?
Yes, yes, though we perish,
We cannot forget!
Ah! doomed, broken-hearted,
In anguish to sever!
It is done — we are parted,
Henceforth and for ever!